Neville

A Gift of Seasons

A Gift of Seasons

 

Although  

I have so many

Autumns now

Beneath my belt

 

It was

The winters

Stole

My youth

 

Tho spring it would

Distract me so and

Took

My innocence

 

Twas summer  

Always smiled

On me and pointed

T’ward the truth

 

Then would you have it

Any other way my friend

No, but gift me

One last summer….